"
"Didn't you ever have enough to eat?"
"I s'pose I did; but you see Uncle Dan'l he found me one mornin'
on his hay, an' he says I was cryin' for something to eat then, an'
I've kept it up ever since. I tried to get him to give me money
enough to go into the circus with; but he said a cent was all
he could spare these hard times, an' I'd better take that an' buy
something to eat with it, for the show wasn't very good, anyway.
I wish peanuts wasn't but a cent a bushel."
"Then you would make yourself sick eating them."
"Yes, I s'pose I should; Uncle Dan'l says I'd eat till I was sick,
if I got the chance; but I'd like to try it once."
He was a very small boy, with a round head covered with short red
hair, a face as speckled as any turkey's egg, but thoroughly good
natured looking; and as he sat there on the rather sharp point of
the rock, swaying his body to and fro as he hugged his knees with
his hands, and kept his eyes fastened on the tempting display of
good things before him, it would have been a very hard hearted man
who would not have given him something.
But Mr. Job Lord, the proprietor of the booth, was a hard hearted
man, and he did not make the slightest advance toward offering the
little fellow anything.
Toby rocked himself silently for a moment, and then he said,
hesitatingly, "I don't suppose you'd like to sell me some things,
an' let me pay you when I get older, would you?"
Mr.
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